Well, I finished my first semester at College yesterday. It was interesting (at least most of the time) and I feel a pretty good sense of accomplishment.
I’m now the proud possessor of 19 new college credits to go with the old 24 from the past. AND a 4.0 average!
Yes, I’m proud — even though I minimize it to myself because it was all easy stuff, first semester, things I already know, blah, blah, blah….
But still, 19 credits represented a good workload for someone getting into the groove 40 years after high school.
What does it say about me, though, that the thing I’ve been gnawing on most of the day is the fact that I totally tanked my Algebra final — I mean totally — with a 66. I knew I was having an off day from the minute I sat down, and I completely misjudged what to spend my review time covering. My lousy showing wasn’t enough to undo the consistent high A from the other tests and grades, but still…. I feel a bit ashamed. For Pete’s sake, I have a 4.0 average, so why doesn’t that outweigh the sense of failure at blowing one solitary exam?
Human nature continues to fascinate, doesn’t it?
Congratulations! Perhaps the algebra is there to keep you humble?
Good luck with the next semester.
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I think so; it’s the only subject that makes me work for it…everyone needs something that’s hard for them. Next semester’s mathematics is going to be much harder, so I need to work at it from the start….
Merry Christmas, Anji!